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Naija, in the loud and roudy of my world
There's a secret place where I find myself, can I find you?
Biafra, the noise of horns of thirsty nigerians,
of hustlers, of mothers confront me as I walk pass.
Lagos, in prayer contemptation, like a ghost
I feel the sorrow of a many still I don't know how much pain it takes.
Naija, I walk the Island, I walk the mainland
I see diversity, I smell capacity but still we suffer, why?

Chorus:
I am; the voice of Isaac Boro, I speak Ken Saro Wiwa.
I am; the spirit of Jaja of Opobo, fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country's plight.
A soldier pretending to be a politician,
you teacher who know nothing do not teach me lies.

Naija, generators wake me from my self pity,
no time to waste like okada, reality hits...
Naija, for too long we've surrended to the ignorance
of our self defense in you we have failed..
America, how far must we walk in calamity in suppression,
How long would it take for you to love Naija?
As I sit here I want to live,
there are so many plans for you but still I can't deliver.

Chorus:
I am; the voice of Isaac Boro, I speak Ken Saro Wiwa.
I am; the spirit of Jaja of Opobo, fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country's plight.
A soldier pretending to be a politician,
you teacher who know nothing do not teach me lies.

Great mother my respect for you is in depth
my fear of death for you might kill me.
Fallen lucifer, preceive wahala,
as we embrace you with change, you stay selfish fundamental.
Black Africa, we still survive, we still will rise
for the world needs us to be America?
This soul is heavy, the little you have left of me,
I charge to function in your madness. I am in your madness.

Chorus x 2
I am; the voice of Isaac Boro, I speak Ken Saro Wiwa.
I am; the spirit of Jaja of Opobo, fight for right, for our freedom
You? A power hungry class of army arrangements
Stealing money in my country's plight.
A soldier pretending to be a politician,
you teacher who know nothing do not teach me lies.